Damycles
ChezkaName: Jeremiah Cross
Race: Half-Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: A tall, slender man standing at about 6'. His chestnut brown hair is messy and fails where it may, sometimes obscuring his eyes which are a piercing green. He also wears glasses and bears a small scar on the left side of his chin.
Occupation: Hunter
Location: Merovah
Biography/Background:
Jeremiah Cross, or Jeremy as most call him. Grew up in a small village near the woods. Out there they didn't have any slaves, in fact his village was a haven for those who had escaped bondage. And there was honest work to be found that the former slaves could make a living, carpenters, foragers, and trappers. Weavers, fisherman, and craftsman. Jeremy's father was just such a man, a former slave who was very talented in the ways of the bow and wood. He taught his son the tricks of his trade and life was good. Until Jeremy was about 17, finally some lord or whatever caught on and attacked the village, burning it to the ground and executing the villagers as an example. Luckily enough Jeremy and his best friend Roger were out hunting at the time and avoided the whole ordeal.
Yet, their village was gone. The boys swore revenge and left, joining the revolutions and hoping to strike back against the malicious deeds of the government, to fight for the beliefs their families died for. After years of fighting and losing Roger along the way, he seems no closer to his goal. Though there is hope, the voice of general Stormvhak, a man who rallies the north under his banner to end slavery once and for all.
Voice Sample: "Oh the glasses. I suppose it is a rather odd sight, an archer who can't see without aid. I am farsighted meaning that without these I can't see anything to close." Here!
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Darkness, darkness everywhere. A dream Robin was not unaccustomed to, in fact it was one he had very frequently during the war with Plegia. Next a dark figure with glaring red eyes would emerge and goad him, showing him images of the future, images of the Shepherds dead or dying. The sheer feeling of horror those images instilled was presumably what the figure wanted.
"Welcome."
Well that was different, a voice this time and a loud one at that. Not to mention it sounded jovial, welcoming, pleasant. Certainly not tones Robin would ever associate with this dream. What did it want? Did it wish to harm him in some way? Or maybe it's intentions were the opposite of his previous dreams and he'd get a montage of happy memories? In any case it would probably be a good idea to respond. "Ah yes, hello. So what is it that I'm doing here exactly? I mean not to sound rude or anything but an expanse of darkness isn't usually a good thing." He tried to keep his voice steely, he really did. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn't keep a terrified edge out of his voice.
"Do not be afraid, for you have been selected to participate in a fighting tournament, one that has been taking place for the past four years. I believe your analytical mind and quick thinking will bring an interesting element to this competition."
Robin was flattered honestly, but he was done fighting. He had worked so hard to end the wars, paying unimaginably high prices for it. "What about my friends? What about Chrom, Lissa, Frederick? Or Sumia, Gauis, Tharja? What of....." Robin's thoughts lingered on the one person he wanted to see most of all, the one above all he longed to return to. "What about my world? When can I go back?"
"In time Robin. Participate in the tournament and you have my word I'll send you home. Now, off to the battlefield with you."
With that there was light, like someone flipped a switch causing Robin hold up his hand to avert some of the pain. When his vision adjusted he found himself on a grassy field, not unlike the one Chrom found him outside of Ylisstol. Robin closed his eyes as he enjoyed the faint breeze and reminisced for a moment. It wasn't much of a battlefield really, at least he hoped not. It would be a terrible thing to ruin this beautiful place. He heard voices that he didn't recognize. The tactician turned towards the noise and began walking, soon finding the rest of, what he assumed were the other participants."Hail friends. Tell me, do any of you know what precisely is going on?" There was an older gentlemen, a small green man, a large ruffian with an axe was a little ways off yet, and an odd girl. A very unique group to be sure.
"Welcome."
Well that was different, a voice this time and a loud one at that. Not to mention it sounded jovial, welcoming, pleasant. Certainly not tones Robin would ever associate with this dream. What did it want? Did it wish to harm him in some way? Or maybe it's intentions were the opposite of his previous dreams and he'd get a montage of happy memories? In any case it would probably be a good idea to respond. "Ah yes, hello. So what is it that I'm doing here exactly? I mean not to sound rude or anything but an expanse of darkness isn't usually a good thing." He tried to keep his voice steely, he really did. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn't keep a terrified edge out of his voice.
"Do not be afraid, for you have been selected to participate in a fighting tournament, one that has been taking place for the past four years. I believe your analytical mind and quick thinking will bring an interesting element to this competition."
Robin was flattered honestly, but he was done fighting. He had worked so hard to end the wars, paying unimaginably high prices for it. "What about my friends? What about Chrom, Lissa, Frederick? Or Sumia, Gauis, Tharja? What of....." Robin's thoughts lingered on the one person he wanted to see most of all, the one above all he longed to return to. "What about my world? When can I go back?"
"In time Robin. Participate in the tournament and you have my word I'll send you home. Now, off to the battlefield with you."
With that there was light, like someone flipped a switch causing Robin hold up his hand to avert some of the pain. When his vision adjusted he found himself on a grassy field, not unlike the one Chrom found him outside of Ylisstol. Robin closed his eyes as he enjoyed the faint breeze and reminisced for a moment. It wasn't much of a battlefield really, at least he hoped not. It would be a terrible thing to ruin this beautiful place. He heard voices that he didn't recognize. The tactician turned towards the noise and began walking, soon finding the rest of, what he assumed were the other participants."Hail friends. Tell me, do any of you know what precisely is going on?" There was an older gentlemen, a small green man, a large ruffian with an axe was a little ways off yet, and an odd girl. A very unique group to be sure.
I'll just put one here for now........
Name: Robin
Looks:
Game: Fire Emblem Awakening (So it's Nintendo, sue me :P)
RP Example:
"Hm? Oh, you can call me Robin. I'm a tactician you see, though I suppose that might be a little vague..... I can see more then the average soldier when it comes to battles, I can determine it's course, analyze troop morale at a glance, and think of six or seven different methods to turn the tide. It's.......A little off-putting at times, and sometimes it feels like a sort of precognition. Hehehe, sorry. Didn't mean to talk your ear off!"
Weaponry: Silver Sword, Thoron Tome.
Name: Robin
Looks:
Game: Fire Emblem Awakening (So it's Nintendo, sue me :P)
RP Example:
"Hm? Oh, you can call me Robin. I'm a tactician you see, though I suppose that might be a little vague..... I can see more then the average soldier when it comes to battles, I can determine it's course, analyze troop morale at a glance, and think of six or seven different methods to turn the tide. It's.......A little off-putting at times, and sometimes it feels like a sort of precognition. Hehehe, sorry. Didn't mean to talk your ear off!"
Weaponry: Silver Sword, Thoron Tome.
I'm in agreement with a fantasy setting, bring on the dragons and orcs!
I'm interested. However I'd like to know what the restrictions on characters are if you can tell me. Any video game character? Or just Nintendo as per normal SSB?
As an aspiring VA I would certainly love to give it a go. Any thoughts on setting or themes?
Welcome new people. Goodness, Dahlia what a colorful character. This promises to be fun indeed.
And a post is made!
Spring 4. Crescent Town
Long before the sunlight drifted through the window, smoke rose from the forge on the mountain. The sound of bellows being stoked and steel striking steel could be heard coming from within. The lone blacksmith was hard at work forging tools and other metalworks he had been commissioned to create. Jaylin Kent the Carpenter needed a host of nails, the Lumina Horse Rancher twins needed six packs of horseshoes, and Cherche Kara the Innkeeper needed two new pots.
And so Alvin worked tirelessly so fulfill his orders, first came the pots. There were fewer of those and they were easier to make. First he'd take an iron disk and throw it in the oven, after it was heated he'd remove it with the tongs and hold over a metal platform that had a deep indent and start hammering the heated disk to shape. Alvin repeated this process until the disk was formed a dome shape to serve as the bottom, after that he'd bolt it to a another piece of metal that looked like a very large cookie cutter. He would then assemble the handle and work on attaching it to the rest of the creation. He'd repeat the process again and have two identical iron pots before midday.
After that was done he took a cloth to his brow and a jug to his dry lips. Before he'd work on the horseshoes he would eat lunch, however upon inspection his pantry was empty, much to the smith's disappointment. He sighed, rubbing his brow as he thought aloud. "Perhaps I could deliver the pots and get a meal? Surely she'd not deny a starving artisan who comes bearing gifts." And with that his course was set, he collected the two pots and began his descent down the mountain, his destination: The inn.
It was a leisurely walk to the inn for sure. Alvin admired the trees and loved the breeze on his skin, he listened intently for the chirping of the birds and chatter of the squirrels. He passed Jaylin's workshop and the bar, he wished he had the nails for Jaylin but he needed food before he could do anymore work. He passed the library and thought briefly about going in for few minutes, he enjoyed the books he found about birds. He shook his head as his stomach growled at him, "No best feed myself first then I can do some reading." Thought the blacksmith.
Finally he walked up the steps and to the inn's double doors, the scent of cooking food drifting to his nose from within. Alvin gripped the right doorknob, absently admiring the craftsmanship as he did every time. He pushed it open and walked purposefully into the lobby. "Hello! It's me Alvin, I've got the pots you asked for!"
Long before the sunlight drifted through the window, smoke rose from the forge on the mountain. The sound of bellows being stoked and steel striking steel could be heard coming from within. The lone blacksmith was hard at work forging tools and other metalworks he had been commissioned to create. Jaylin Kent the Carpenter needed a host of nails, the Lumina Horse Rancher twins needed six packs of horseshoes, and Cherche Kara the Innkeeper needed two new pots.
And so Alvin worked tirelessly so fulfill his orders, first came the pots. There were fewer of those and they were easier to make. First he'd take an iron disk and throw it in the oven, after it was heated he'd remove it with the tongs and hold over a metal platform that had a deep indent and start hammering the heated disk to shape. Alvin repeated this process until the disk was formed a dome shape to serve as the bottom, after that he'd bolt it to a another piece of metal that looked like a very large cookie cutter. He would then assemble the handle and work on attaching it to the rest of the creation. He'd repeat the process again and have two identical iron pots before midday.
After that was done he took a cloth to his brow and a jug to his dry lips. Before he'd work on the horseshoes he would eat lunch, however upon inspection his pantry was empty, much to the smith's disappointment. He sighed, rubbing his brow as he thought aloud. "Perhaps I could deliver the pots and get a meal? Surely she'd not deny a starving artisan who comes bearing gifts." And with that his course was set, he collected the two pots and began his descent down the mountain, his destination: The inn.
It was a leisurely walk to the inn for sure. Alvin admired the trees and loved the breeze on his skin, he listened intently for the chirping of the birds and chatter of the squirrels. He passed Jaylin's workshop and the bar, he wished he had the nails for Jaylin but he needed food before he could do anymore work. He passed the library and thought briefly about going in for few minutes, he enjoyed the books he found about birds. He shook his head as his stomach growled at him, "No best feed myself first then I can do some reading." Thought the blacksmith.
Finally he walked up the steps and to the inn's double doors, the scent of cooking food drifting to his nose from within. Alvin gripped the right doorknob, absently admiring the craftsmanship as he did every time. He pushed it open and walked purposefully into the lobby. "Hello! It's me Alvin, I've got the pots you asked for!"
Just to be clear, can I post? Or is there something about my CS I need to work on?
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